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02-07-2013, 07:37 PM
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Lynx doesn't know how much time passes until the filly rises, maybe fifteen minutes, maybe over an hour. He remains patient, keeping up his odd little hum until she walks over, boldly demanding to know who he is. Yet, the need to answer is taken away as she lays eyes on his mangled face, gaining a potential understanding of his mute condition. He shakes his head to confirm her question, and lays quietly as she inspects him from all angles, taking in his appearance without comment. She doesn't seem frightened of him at least, though whether that is from his nonthreatening behavior or bravery of her own he has no way to tell. Whatever it is, he is grateful, for he truly loves foals. A clap of thunder erupts from the sky above, causing a slight flinch. He had not expected a storm, without the scent of rain in the air to warn him and the thick canopy of leaves blocking his view of the massing clouds. Yet, his reaction is nothing compared to that of the filly, who jumps at the sound and leaps to his side for safety. He smiles slightly when she backs away and apologizes, showing that he has taken no offense at her actions. Another angry rumble fills the air, louder than the last, and she scampers behind a tree. "Umm....do you think it would be okay if I sat beside you?" He nods gently, seeing no reason to deny her request. It's obvious that the girl is terrified of the storm, and Lynx has never been one to turn down a foal in need of comfort and protection. With the masses of leaves overhead, there is no need to seek shelter, for he knows the majority of the rain will be caught and held at bay by the foliage, and it is warm enough that what little water does manage to drip down will not chill them. So he simply shifts a little, creating a space for the filly to lay down next to him. |
